the musings of a simpleton...

It is company in the dead of night,
as you lay awake,
fearful of sleep,
and the nightmares it will bring.

It is the beacon you follow,
reach out with your hands to grasp,
always elusive,
always further than you think.

It is the purpose of your trials,
your sorrows and your losses,
it is the hand you long to hold.

Just a little farther,
we’re waiting.

(an original work by me)

You stand on a mound of broken rubble,
glass cuts your feet as you shuffle,
your mind cries in pain where tears can no longer be shed.
It is endless, this cycle of build and destroy.
The sound of a baby crying, the smell of sulphur burning,
the sharp taste of pain and endless struggle.
Each time they come, each time they destroy,
and each time you build again,
hope against hope, prayer after prayer,
that just maybe, this time is the last time.

They come again, armed as though in battle,
and slowly tear your life apart once again.
The sound of your mother’s tears,
the gruffness of your father’s despair,
your baby sister weeping,
but knowing that no-one will listen.
They never listen.

And yet, still you stand,
tall and proud and surveying the wreckage,
that seems to be your endless existence.
Alive without living, but knowing,
for each stone you throw, for each night you lay awake,
you are fighting for something greater.

I hope you succeed.

(an original work by me)